Dressed as a cannon fodder

"Song of Fire," Langyue reached out to touch his face, "Talk to me, okay?"

Huo Song turned his face sideways, eyes closed: "What did you say?"

"Anything? Okay," Langyue felt a cold hand: "Just don't ignore me."

"...Can you take these eyes back?"

Langyue's hand on his face didn't move: "Why? What."

"It has been stored here for so long, so it should be returned to the original owner."

"You don't want to?" Langyue's voice sounded a bit strange.

"I can't use it."

"Yes? I want you to raise me."

Huo Song said: "Yes? I don't want to, Langyue, you take it back?"

long silence.

After a long silence, Langyue finally said softly: "Okay."

He leaned forward, kissed Huosong's eyes, stretched out his tongue and slowly licked around his thin eyelids, and after a while, Huosong felt that something was taken out of his eye sockets, and he couldn't understand those eyes at all. For him, the eyes are like two fillers that can be used or not.

He didn't care at all.

He just doesn't want to have anything like Langyue on him.

"Okay." Langyue's movements were light and slow, returning the object to its original owner, he opened his eyes, and after a while, the black mist in front of him finally slowly dissipated, allowing him to see the light again after ten thousand years.

Even if he doesn't care whether he can see it or not.

Huo Song's hair is still fiery red and beautiful, but his body? After being frozen for so long, his skin is pale and blue, and there is always a lingering death energy on his body. Langyue reached out and touched his body. Heartbeat, where the pulse is extremely slow, almost non-stop.

Fire Song was still not alive, even though he had brought his soul back.

"Let's go out." Langyue looked away.

"where to."

"Anywhere? Yes, I just want to take you out for a walk."

"..."

In the ten-mile peach forest, the eyes are shining brightly, the black mud is slightly moist, and there is a light layer on the soles of the shoes when walking.The climate is warm and humid, Langyue took a deep breath, and led the people for a walk in the woods.

"Watch your step."

Langyue led him through a shallow pit, and said with a smile: "This place is very nice, how about bringing you here often in the future?"

Huo Song didn't speak? When Langyue came back, he turned to look at him, only to see that the man lowered his head slightly, as if he was distracted, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

"What's wrong?" Langyue squeezed his hand.

"Hmm..." Huo Song came back to his senses, "No? Nothing."

"Don't be distracted, you can't see, it's easy to fall."

"Ah."

"Do you still remember the peach grove we used to go to? That peach grove blooms the best," Langyue sighed, "It's a pity that there are no more now."

Huo Song understated: "Really."

"Tell those monks to burn it all up, how about I plant another one, and plant another one that looks better than these." Langyue leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Then I will go crazy with you in the woods."

Huo Song sniffed the sweet, cloying scent of peach blossoms on the tip of his nose, and said: "I can't see it." After a pause, he added: "It's up to you."

The veins on Langyue's forehead twitched, she turned around abruptly and clasped his shoulders: "Don't do this? Perfunctory me, Huo Song! Don't make me think that you are still the corpse lying on the bed who can't speak or move? ,I do not like you being like this?!"

"Then what do you want from me?" Huo Song was silent, then suddenly lowered his head to hold his face, and slowly brought his lips together.

Langyue opened her eyes wide.

"Is that so?" The light-colored lips stopped suddenly when they were about to touch Langyue, and he heard Huo Song's smiling voice in his ears, "Do you think it's possible?"

"You used to be like that? When you treated me, did you ever think whether I would still love you as before."

"Langyue," Huo Song sighed, "You're completely playing me like a monkey."

"No," Langyue's eyes fluttered, and she hurriedly defended: "I didn't? I did? I opened Shen Yuan's ghost door just for the sake of—"

"Don't make excuses, Langyue," Huo Song put his finger against his lips, lowered his head and smiled and said, "Don't you say it's because of the rebellion of Shen Yuan's ghosts, forcing you to let them out for a feast?" , This kind of excuse? Maybe I used to believe it," Huo Song withdrew his hand lightly, "Where are you forced, you clearly enjoy it, and you are the only one derived from the depths of the filthy end of Shen Yuan? Infinitely bad nature, you can't bear your desire to make trouble, but you want to have both."

His voice gradually lowered: "How can everything be done? It can be as you wish."

It's really bad.

"Ten thousand years is too long, Langyue," Huo Song looked at him and said, "I don't love you anymore."

This sentence? It became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Langyue froze, "What did you say?"

"I said," Huo Song paused each word clearly, "Langyue, I don't love you anymore."

He has already imagined countless times what will happen when Huo Song wakes up, he will be angry, he will accuse him, question him, and he will not be able to forgive him at all, no matter how much he hates him, at least it proves that Langyue occupies Huo Song's heart It is the most important position, which proves that he still has himself in his heart.

As long as this is the case, he still has a chance.

But he just forgot that he had spent nearly ten thousand years just looking for Song of Fire. Such a long time was enough to wipe away all the love and hatred for a person who was completely disappointed, leaving a hopeless blank.

He no longer has a place for him in his heart, that's why he has no emotion at all, as if he treats a familiar stranger indifferently.

Neither close nor contradictory.

The problem she had been avoiding for a long time was like this? She was caught off guard, and Langyue couldn't accept that she had been planning to revive the fire song for so many years, but she was facing such a result, or she hadn't thought about it at all.His eyes were red, and there was a ruthlessness, "Take back? What you said?."

Huo Song snorted, "Take it back? Which sentence? What if I don't want to take it back?"

"I said!" Langyue violently pressed him to the ground, clamped his hands and screamed: "You take it back? Go! That sentence?! Take it back? Go!!!"

By the end, the voice was trembling a bit.

Huo Song's expression remained unchanged, the two 'looked at each other' for a long time, and he sighed softly: "Why bother, Langyue, shouldn't you have known the result already?"

"If you are really unwilling," Huo Song continued to speak, eyes slightly narrowed, as if smiling: "If you are really unwilling, you can kill me, then nothing will happen."

"Do you think? I dare not!" Langyue clamped his neck tightly with her veined hands, and tightened her grip: "I will kill you right now! Now you are not as good as someone who will obey my will." Puppet, then I will kill you and make it into a puppet, which will accompany me every day and be driven by me, so that you can be like you used to be?"

Huo Song's face turned from white to blue, he was pinched so hard that he wanted to cough but couldn't, but his face gradually became tainted with the wild expression he once had: "Come on...kill me, I know...you will... ..."

Langyue's chest was heaving and heaving. Hearing the hoarse and trembling noises in Huo Song's chest gradually, he relaxed a little. He saw the dry lips that the other party subconsciously opened to take in air, and his eyes were red. Bite up.

bitter.

No matter how he searched and swiped the opponent's mouth, what he tasted was still only bitter.

Langyue's eyes became even more angry, she used her magic power to create a long whip, raised Huo Song's hands above her head and tied them up, tore off the clothes on his body, and the pieces of cloth fell to the ground one after another.

The fiery red hair was pulled up and pressed down again. A few strands were torn off due to violence and curled up between the too pale fingers. Some? He dug into the mud, but was covered by another hand stretched out, and then dragged back slowly, drawing five bloody scratches on the ground.

It was one-sided sadism and torture.

……

Huo Song's lips turned purple, no matter what? No? Did he react? Langyue finally realized something was wrong, picked up his upper body, and saw that the man's pupils were gradually dilated.

The soul that has not yet been condensed is loosening and dissipating.

He was motivating him to kill him.

"Don't do this?..." Limbs were suddenly cold, and the whole body was like falling into an ice cellar. Langyue opened her mouth speechlessly while lying on top of him, only to feel that her heart was suffocated to the extreme for a moment, and then it started beating violently, almost breaking through. The bondage jumped out of his chest, and his voice was so low that he could hardly hear it: "Why? What..."

This scene seems to be a repeat of the past, but their positions are reversed.

Why? Why can't I jump out of this vicious circle...

When regaining consciousness, Huo Song touched the soft satin material under his body, and sighed a little regretfully.

The lower body has lost consciousness for a long time, Langyue really has no love at all, Huo Song moved his hands, his arms were covered with deep teeth marks and bruises, he reached out to touch the eye sockets, and when he felt the empty touch there , I don't know why I was relieved again.

He didn't know before that Langyue had so much strength.

"woke up?"

Huo Song didn't speak? In fact, he couldn't make a sound.

"I'm sorry," there was a hand touching his face: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

"..."

"I'm really... almost scared to death by you."

"..."

Langyue played a one-man show on her own, "I will treat you well in the future, don't leave again, okay?"

"No..." He muttered to himself: "I like this? Of course you won't listen to me, and you should be locked up."

"Just lock it up? You can't run away."

"No," Langyue denied to herself: "It will be boring if you lock it up."

He thought for a while, and carefully considered: "If I told you that Meng Yunchi didn't die, would you still choose to stay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Song's body shook.

Langyue thought secretly in her heart, and stretched out her hand to stroke his hair: "Be good, don't always be like this? I'll take you to see him, okay?"

Huo Song still didn't make a sound, but Lang Yue got the answer.

A smile appeared on his face unconsciously, and he said softly: "I see, then you have a good rest, I won't disturb you."

He said don't disturb, but he climbed onto the couch, curled up facing Huo Song and slept next to him, repeating: "Have a good rest."

With that said, he closed his eyes in peace.

Huo Song's breathing was slow, and he couldn't feel that the people around him were approaching him little by little. The exhaustion seemed to infiltrate his flesh and bone marrow inch by inch.

For thousands of years, he has been trapped in the cracks of the abyss where the sun cannot be seen. Day after day, he is immersed in regret and guilt, sinking in the overwhelming despair and it is difficult to escape. No desire to live, if Meng Yunchi hadn't saved his life, he would have killed himself long ago, and would have no face to live on in this world.

Guilt is too? It can easily destroy a person, and? He has long been beyond recognition.

It was hard for him to survive until the end of his life and escape from this dark sea of ​​suffering, but Langyue revived him.

And so the nightmare continued.

He simply didn't want to live anymore.

For his own sake, Meng Yunchi and even the entire Demon Palace were implicated. During the ten thousand years that the Demon Realm was under attack, he lived day by day at the bottom of the crack in the abyss. He was locked in the past and could not see the future. darkness and hopelessness.

The tip of Langyue's nose was arched to the side of her neck, exhaling warm breath, hitting the skin of her neck lightly and lightly, Huo Song barely visible pulled the corners of her lips.

He is really better than dead.

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